"Oh please come back" her voice was just a whisper in the air, but inside of herself, Wendy felt the words crash and roar louder than anything ever heard. "Please..." she repeated. Was there anything more painful than Peter not being there. She thought of nothing more than of her wonderful Peter Pan. He promised that he would come back, but it had already been five months since her wonderful adventure with Peter and her brothers. Wendy walked toward her bed, and away from the open window. The cold breeze that blew in should've sent her off with pure shivers of cold, but Wendy didn't seem to care. She sat down on her bed, lonely and ever so bored. Ever since Wendy and her brothers had come back from Neverland, her Aunt Millicent had insisted that Wendy grew up and that she became a young woman, things didn't seem quite the same. She had moved out of the nursery and into the abandoned workroom across the hall. The room was small and dull, and it seemed to be the least favorite of the places Wendy wanted to be.

Why hadn't Peter come back, had he forgotten about her? No, he couldn't, he wouldn't. She was sure he didn't, why would he have taken her to Neverland, and then brought her back, if he would've ended up forgetting it all. She didn't want to think about Peter anymore, she wanted him to be rid of her thoughts for good. Thinking about him only made Wendy suffer more.

Knock! Knock! There was someone at the door. "Who is it?" asked Wendy.

"It is us Wendy, your lovely brothers, won't you open the door?"it was Michael and John, and probably her new brothers, the lost boys. "Wendy, answer the door please?" Wendy walked over annoyed, she opened the door and found herself face to face with all of her seven brothers.

"Oh... I see you have all come. What is it?" she tried to look happy, and she tried to put all of her sadness away, where noone would see it.

"Well... Wendy we were wondering if you could... Tell us... A story." the boys put on the best puppy dog faces they possibly could. Wendy giggled, but thought about it, she hadn't told a story in such a long time. It would bring back lots of good childhood memories, but it would also bring back the thought of Peter.

"I guess... But you are sure you" all at once the boys pulled her away from the door and into the nursery, preventing her from finishing her sentence. They placed her in the middle of the room, leaving her speechless, she hadn't been in the nursery in such a long time. She looked at the shelves filled with toys and stuffed bears. Books were thrown onto the floor, books of fairytales and of magical stories. Seven beds were placed next to one another, leaving no space between them.

"Wendy! We want you to tell us the story about.... Cinderella!" John grabbed a sword from under his bed, he stood in a tall, firm position, as if he were a brave soldier. "We can even act it out, with you being Cinderella!"

"Yeah!" all the boys shouted at once. Wendy laughed, she hadn't done any of these things in a long time. She looked at each one of her brothers, they were all happy, bursting with joy. For that day she would also be bursting with joy, she would be happy no matter what.

" All right then boys, gather around, I will tell you the one about Cinderella!" Wendy motioned the boys to sit around her. "Cinderella flew through the air, far from all things ugly and ordinary. When she landed at the ball, she found herself most importunately surrounded by pirates. There was Alf Mason, so ugly his mother sold him for a bottle of muskat. Bill Jukes, every inch of him tattooed. And cruelest of them all... Hook! With eyes as blue as forget-me-nots. Sayed when he clawed your belling with the iron hook he had instead of a right hand, at which time... His eyes.... Turned... Red! Girly, said Hook, we have come for yee glass slippers. Who be you, shouted Cinderella, to order me about and call me girly! They ran towards each-other, Hook and Cinderella. Cinderella duck as Hook slashed his hook at her head, immediately she took out her special hidden weapon. Cinderella settled it once and for all, with her revolver!"

"A revolver!" shouted the boys at once in aw. Wendy continued,

"Yes, a revolver!" Dong!, Dong!, Dong!, Dong! The grandfather clock downstairs was heard,

"Ahhh!!" the boys yelled frightened.

"Calm down! Calm down! It's just a clock!"

"Right, right we knew that. Right boys?" one of the twins said, trying to look unfrightened.

"Well, that was quite a story. Could you tell us another one, Wendy? Please!" Michael asked.

"Well... I guess..."

"Great! Could you tell us about... Peter Pan!"

" Yeah, Peter Pan!!! That'd be great! Could you Wendy, please!?" John asked.

"Yeah Wendy! Yeah!!" Curly shouted. Before anybody else could make a comment about Peter Pan, the nursery door opened, and they found themselves face to face with Mrs. Darling, their mother.

"What is going on here? Wendy what business do you have with your brothers?" Mrs. Darling asked.

"Mother, Wendy was just going to tell us about Peter Pan, the great! Wanna join in?" Michael asked excitedly.

"Oh, darling. Wendy are you making characters up again? Who's this ridiculous Peter Pan?"

"He's not ridiculous! He's, He's...." Wendy want to cry, but she couldn't, her mother wouldn't understand. She would possibly scold her for being so delicate.

"Wendy, it's all simply rubbish. You shouldn't take any of it to heart, and you should certainly not raise your tone with me. Go to you room, now. I would've thought that after the mature talk about growing up with your father, you would've stopped all the nonsense with your brothers." Mrs. Darling frowned at Wendy. Wendy remembered the argument that she had with her father. It was most certainly not mature. IT IS TIME THAT YOU GROW UP!, were his exact words, after a small accident that had happened at her father's work. She had tried to stop a letter from getting to her father, a letter from her teacher. She had gotten into trouble earlier that day, by her teacher.

"Peter Pan is not rubbish!" Wendy yelled furious.

"Wendy! Don't you yell at me young lady, your father will hear about this."

"Mother, Wendy is telling the truth, Peter Pan is real. He's not rubbish." John tried to protect her sister, he knew how strongly she felt about Peter.

"John, please, don't interrupt me." Mrs. Darling said. "Wendy, go to your bedroom, now!"

"Fine!" Wendy said leaving the nursery.

Wendy shut her bedroom door violently, and shoved herself onto her bed. She burst out into tears caring of nothing or noone at that moment. "Peter, why won't you come back, why?" she asked herself in self-pity. Wendy curled up into a ball, wrapping herself tightly under her covers. Nothing made sense anymore, nothing. Surprisingly the crying soothed her and she soon drifted into asleep, she was lost in her dreams.

"I'm sorry, Wendy, I didn't mean to hurt you so much" Peter looked at Wendy from outside the window, he floated gracefully in the air, yet he seemed so sad seeing Wendy so depressed. Was he the one that was causing her so much pain? He didn't seem to notice how long he'd been gone. He studied her beauty and admired everything that she was. "I..." he couldn't say it, how could he not say it. They were simple words that fit exactly what he felt for her. Love. She had brought it up, that night at Neverland, the night when they had danced happily. Staring into each-
other's eyes, and enjoying the exhilaration of floating in mid-air. But she had brought it up after the dance, she asked what he felt. What were his feelings? He stammered on his words, confused at what she meant. When he understood, he ran away, afraid of love and all the other emotions he was feeling. "Wendy, I..." he couldn't bring the words out. He was in Neverland playing his flute and thinking about his adventures, when he was suddenly distracted by the thought of Wendy. Her lovely hair, and beautiful eyes of blue, her pale skin, and rich lips of red. He was brought to her house just by the thought of her. And there he was floating in front of Wendy's open window looking at her, studying her. "Oh Wendy" Peter whispered. He drew closer to the window and stepped onto it, entering the room. He looked around as he walked toward the bed where Wendy lay sleeping soundly. He had heard her crying. He sat down next to her and tried not to disturb her, he gently touched her lips. With those lips she had given him a kiss or what she had called a 'thimble'. He wanted to give her a thimble ever so badly, the urge grew stronger as he stared at her. He wished he could, but knew he couldn't. He wondered if she had forgotten him. He looked over at the table that stood beside the bed, there was the acorn, or kiss he had given her. It seemed abandoned and left uncared for. It had gathered some dust on it and it seemed quite dirty. Had Wendy not wanted to wear it? But it was his gift for her. Perhaps she had forgotten about him, perhaps she hadn't completely forgotten him, but was starting to. No! He wouldn't let her, he would make her remember. He would make her remember him completely.

"Stop...Stop touching me" Wendy murmured in her sleep and startled Peter, he jerked away from the bed, flew up and bumped his head onto the ceiling.

"Ouch!" Peter yelled rubbing his head. Wendy's eyes snapped open, frightened by all the commotion, and she sat up in her bed. She rubbed her eyes, trying desperately to see clearly, she looked around avoiding the ceiling, not knowing Peter's presence. After looking around the room studying every object, she lied back down and closed her eyes. Peter flew out of the room not disturbing the sleeping figure that lay on the bed,

"I will come back, Wendy. I'll come back and make you remember"

The flying shadow of green disappeared into the sky like a shooting star of beaming light.